: I have no fingertips They were burned away from too many stove trips Can't find no fingernails I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell Can't read
: All I can say you know my life it's pretty plain And all that I can do, is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view, but it's not sane
: How come, girl was there when I needed one How come, girl was there when the song is done Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light Okay, open my
: This is Shannon's interpretation of the song original written by Hoyt Axton Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at
: It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free
: All that I need is the air that I breathe And all that I need are things I don't need And all that really matters is what matters to me And who of
: The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this
: Life Ain't So Shitty There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But it's alright, to smile back at me And if we both go there We can count on
: Come down from the ceiling Oh, these pills were made for feeling Oh, so divine I've got a lump in my throat So I'll keep hold of hope Oh yeah, Oh
: Big stretch and not much sleep I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish
: Underlying Oh, so more important here Any kind Oh, what ever shakes a thrill Mark my face The air is really heavy now I pledge allegiance So God why
: Pull you down now Knees knelt, I got my arms open wide I got the shades turned, so the colors die No, don't hold too tight to the reel Cause it's
: Sitting' on the back of my time Fishing' through the cities phone lines Suddenly, Suddenly 'til my back's out of line Who today will be knocked off
jour j'irais jouer au Conssommations non permises. Plus de nous demain, plus de pour la vie, Andy Andy, Mon Warhol des ce soir n'aura plus le meme prix, Teinte de "si?" Et Nico
: Un silence et puis sans excuse Le jukebox se met a ronfler Un vieux tube pendant que tu abuses D'un jus dangereusement serre La contre ton corps
: Sortant le premier de ma classe Je prie pour que tout me reussisse Car quand j'avance tout le monde s'ecarte surpris Ambitieux mais les jambes un
: Je ne suis qu'une sainte poupee Un peu trop sage La tete haute, la poitrine bombee Mais j'ai pas l'age Je reve d'etre une simple poupee Un peu volage
: Dis-moi, dis-moi combien tu coutes! Combien faut-il pour que je goute a tes talents, tes baisers! Dis-moi, dis-moi si ca te chante que je te prenne
